Category Poem

The Day grew small, surrounded tight By early, stooping Night — The Afternoon in Evening deep Its Yellow shortness dropt — The Winds went out their martial ways The Leaves obtained excuse — November hung his Granite Hat Upon a…

The Day came slow — till Five o’clock — Then sprang before the Hills Like Hindered Rubies — or the Light A Sudden Musket — spills — The Purple could not keep the East — The Sunrise shook abroad Like…

The Dandelion’s pallid tube Astonishes the Grass, And Winter instantly becomes An infinite Alas — The tube uplifts a signal Bud And then a shouting Flower, — The Proclamation of the Suns That sepulture is o’er.

The competitions of the sky Corrodeless ply.

The Clover’s simple Fame Remembered of the Cow — Is better than enameled Realms Of notability. Renown perceives itself And that degrades the Flower — The Daisy that has looked behind Has compromised its power —

The Clouds their Backs together laid The North begun to push The Forests galloped till they fell The Lightning played like mice The Thunder crumbled like a stuff How good to be in Tombs Where Nature’s Temper cannot reach Nor…

The Clock strikes one that just struck two — Some schism in the Sum — A Vagabond for Genesis Has wrecked the Pendulum —

Pursuing you in your transitions, In other Motes — Of other Myths Your requisition be. The Prism never held the Hues, It only heard them play —

Power is a familiar growth — Not foreign — not to be — Beside us like a bland Abyss In every company — Escape it — there is but a chance — When consciousness and clay Lean forward for a…

Its Hour with itself The Spirit never shows. What Terror would enthrall the Street Could Countenance disclose The Subterranean Freight The Cellars of the Soul — Thank God the loudest Place he made Is licensed to be still.